Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

The masked man signalled his man for something. "I am really curious about one thing though. I hope you clarify my dought" The masked man said. "You claim to love Miss Anna but you had this child with Renee " "That none of your business, just tell me what you want, let settle the matter" The masked man scoffed. "You have become a Manwhore " "Who are you?" "You will know soon" One of the men came back with some papers. The masked man took those papers in his hand throw them in the cage.

But one caught her attention, a man wearing a white mask and white clothing while the rest wore black. "Hmm, he didn't tell me you were athletic," the man wearing white commented before bending down to meet her level. "Who are you?" she asked the man and he looked around. "Isn't it obvious? We're assassins," he said as the smile on his face can be heard through his voice. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she examined each one of them. "We've been trying to get the mafia boss for a while now. I didn't know getting married would be his demise," he explained with a scoff.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Over his eyes sat a mask—obsidian, matte and metal, etched in frost-like patterns that curved like a whisper down one cheek. His green eyes gleamed beneath it. Not cold. Not cruel. Alive. Searching. She hadn’t seen him yet. Not really. But he saw her. And when he did, he forgot to breathe. Emilia took a few tentative steps toward the ballroom floor, drawn in by the waltz. The music shifted into something slower, aching—romantic with the hint of old-world sadness. She turned—and suddenly, he was there. A masked man, tall and composed, stepping from the shadows like he’d materialized from stardust.

Luceyado was murmuring rapidly to a tall man, and the others were looking on expectantly. He didn't seem much different from the others. I honestly hadn't noticed him before, he mingled with the dancers so well. He was wearing a silver mask. It framed his keen eyes and stood out against his lush, dark hair. A blood-red rose was on his lapel, and his black attire sparkled softly when he moved. When he saw I was looking at him, he approached and knelt beside me. I shivered as his hand reached toward my face. "Wha--what are you doing?" I asked, trying hard to steady my cracked voice.

said Charlotte . " Your dress isn't even that long . " said the masked person . " Whatever ! Everyone has their preferences and I have mine too ! I don't like dresses and I never will like them . Especially ball dresses ! " said Charlotte . After sitting on the rock part of the fountain Charlotte sat on the right side of the masked person to take a look at his arm . " Can you please take your mantel and jacked off ?! " said Charlotte . The masked man looked at Charlotte and did as she told him , he took off his mantel and his jacket . Charlotte unbuttoned the shirt on his wrist .

It’s as if my eardrums would explode as the corners of my eyes start to sting. However, all these effects reduces to nothing the moment I feel a smooth hand on each of my ears, covering the latter from all the noise and chaos. I turn around to see a masked man—clad in a dark red tuxedo, wearing a black half-faced mask, and smiling with those green eyes of his. “Keep your attention on me,” he whispers while bringing his hands down from my ears. The next thing I know, he tangles his fingers with mine while his other hand snakes around my waist and pulls me close.

the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her leg. Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her knee. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin.

The man smirked coldly and looked at Hazel, his cold eyes seemed to be regarding her as an object, not a person. He wore a silver mask, and the mask was engraved with the flirtatious flower. The mask covered most of his face, only revealing sexy thin lips. Hazel’s heart suddenly became cold. Although the lights were dim, it was enough for her to see clearly that the man in front of her was not Joshua. In fact, as soon as he approached her, she knew it wasn’t Joshua, he was gentle and made others feel comfortable. The man in the room was just the opposite, he was cold, like snow in the middle of winter.

A slender figure stood in Harry's way. Masked, the person's countenance remained a mystery. The imposing physique and the pleasing voice alone suggested that this must be an exceedingly attractive man. Harry's face turned slightly unpleasant as he retorted, "I was the one who invited her first." "So what?" The masked man gave an elegant smile and executed a classic English aristocratic gesture toward Larissa. "Gorgeous, may I have the privilege of inviting you to dance?" The man turned to Larissa and asked. Larissa's lips twitched as she grabbed his hand, forcefully dragging him onto the dance floor.